At the moment, the entire room was silent with only the coarse breathing of the people in it. However, Zong Yue seemed to become gradually calmer and even cracked a smile after a while. "Yes, Zhangsun Wuji, I admit that you've asked the right question, but then again, how do you know that I would definitely not have a solution?"
"I know Sir Zong is fearless and that you probably already have an idea in your mind. I also know that you have never had the intention to harm Fuyao, which was why I never mentioned it." Zhangsun Wuji gazed outside the window at the flowers swaying in the wind with a gentle expression and softly continued, "Just that, Sir Zong, no matter what, this idea is dangerous. What should we do if Fuyao encounters something unexpected and you're not there? With regards to Fuyao's safety, I'm not assured."
